I just walked back from 7/11, and decided to take the REALLY long route. Proving once again that nobody ever gets robbed when they're bored.
We finished moving Heather in on Thursday. Sam was at work, so it was just Heather, her friend Katie and I. Which meant I got to move all the heavy shit. Hooray! Anybody else ever have to lift a fridge into the back of a pickup truck by themselves? Don't try it. I'm not trying to say that I'm in great shape. On the contrary, I haven't been to the gym since my knee injury almost two years ago. I'm just a dumb human pack mule.
I've met Katie several times before, but I think she may have been flirting with me the other day. I guess she finds heavy lifting attractive. I would think that all the grunting and sweating would be a turn off. Then again, I can think of other things that involve grunting and sweating.
That wasn't really the proper emoticon. Back to the matter at hand though. She said she wants me to cook for her. Which means Heather must have said something about my cooking. Katie is really sweet, and really nice. She's also pretty damn hot. The problem is that she's way to sweet for me. Let me explain myself via an example. I have metioned before a shirt I own with a picture of a plate and silverware. On the plate is a graphic of a cat. The caption reads "Breakfast of champions". When Katie first saw this shirt, her reaction was, "Eww, that's gross." Then Heather explained the joke to her. This elicited a very similaar response, exept that the "Eww" was much more drawn out.
I guess I'll just play dumb for a while, and if she doesn't figure out that I'm a jackass on her own, then I'll have to talk to her, and let her know that I'm far to crude to be a good match for her. I really do have her best interests at heart, cus she's actually a great gal.
I sent of my resume to several hospitals Thursday, but nobody respond on Friday.
I was hoping they'd be kicking down the doors. I need to go to school. Partly to get that paramedics license, but also because school is fun. This coming from the guy who skipped his senior year of high school, and had to enlist because of it. So wierd. 
I submitted my first news article to SG yesterday morning, after a night of no sleep. Then I read it later, after I'd slept and was so ashamed! I promise to make the next one half decent. It was so friggin horribly written. I was cringing as I read it. Oh well, it's been pushed down on the list now, so I doubt anyone else will see it. At least I hope so.
Ok, I need to get to commenting. Sorry if I've negleced your journals recently. Just to busy for SG. I should be burned at the stake for saying that.
We finished moving Heather in on Thursday. Sam was at work, so it was just Heather, her friend Katie and I. Which meant I got to move all the heavy shit. Hooray! Anybody else ever have to lift a fridge into the back of a pickup truck by themselves? Don't try it. I'm not trying to say that I'm in great shape. On the contrary, I haven't been to the gym since my knee injury almost two years ago. I'm just a dumb human pack mule.
I've met Katie several times before, but I think she may have been flirting with me the other day. I guess she finds heavy lifting attractive. I would think that all the grunting and sweating would be a turn off. Then again, I can think of other things that involve grunting and sweating.
That wasn't really the proper emoticon. Back to the matter at hand though. She said she wants me to cook for her. Which means Heather must have said something about my cooking. Katie is really sweet, and really nice. She's also pretty damn hot. The problem is that she's way to sweet for me. Let me explain myself via an example. I have metioned before a shirt I own with a picture of a plate and silverware. On the plate is a graphic of a cat. The caption reads "Breakfast of champions". When Katie first saw this shirt, her reaction was, "Eww, that's gross." Then Heather explained the joke to her. This elicited a very similaar response, exept that the "Eww" was much more drawn out.
I guess I'll just play dumb for a while, and if she doesn't figure out that I'm a jackass on her own, then I'll have to talk to her, and let her know that I'm far to crude to be a good match for her. I really do have her best interests at heart, cus she's actually a great gal.
I sent of my resume to several hospitals Thursday, but nobody respond on Friday.
I was hoping they'd be kicking down the doors. I need to go to school. Partly to get that paramedics license, but also because school is fun. This coming from the guy who skipped his senior year of high school, and had to enlist because of it. So wierd.
I submitted my first news article to SG yesterday morning, after a night of no sleep. Then I read it later, after I'd slept and was so ashamed! I promise to make the next one half decent. It was so friggin horribly written. I was cringing as I read it. Oh well, it's been pushed down on the list now, so I doubt anyone else will see it. At least I hope so.
Ok, I need to get to commenting. Sorry if I've negleced your journals recently. Just to busy for SG. I should be burned at the stake for saying that.
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Continued luck on the job hunting.